Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.